Fate

Ever since I was young, I have always believed that a red string of fate tied two souls together, hoping that I can find that special someone in my life. Now that I am both older and wiser, I realised how naive I was. Fate does not tie us together, it pulls us apart. My best friend of ten years stopped talking to me after she fell in love with a man that is not even at her level. Why is life falling apart now? I just lost my chance at a scholarship, and the one person I thought would be my crutch. The me that trusted in fate was foolish, it is not like a man would just come along and sweep me off my feet after everything fate has thrown at me. Once again, I was proven wrong by fate, it truly has bested me. I was just lamenting over my horrible fortune as I walked back to my house which I would be evicted from soon, when it started to rain. The massive water droplets pelted at my skin, what a way to make my day worse. Suddenly, the painful bullets of rain stopped, I looked up to see a man, taller than me, beautiful emerald green eyes and brown side-swept hair holding an umbrella above my head. His tone was gentle as he asked if I was alright walking in the rain. Quickly, I muttered that I had to get used to it while I tried to end our conversation. Those stunningly beautiful eyes will be the death of me. He did not stop, he asked once more if I was truly fine since the rain was getting stronger, the way his eyes looked at me with concern, I was struck. Then, I noticed that he looked familiar, and that was when it hit me, he was a friend I had back in primary school, a sweet guy that I liked, but never confessed to. I said his name and his eyes widened in shock, realising that I did recognise him. After that, feeling more comfortable around him, I talked to him about my situation. He was so nice, and he helped me find a new landlord while I looked through my university options. For once, I thanked fate for giving me something good. Eventually, as late night talks turned into café hangouts. If someone were to tell me I would date him a month ago, I would have scoffed at them. However, now that I am sitting across from him, I realise just how insane fate can be in twisting our lives. What I am trying to say is, we should just live how we want, everything will end up well if you believe it will, something bad may become good if seen from a different view at a different time. The whimsical part of me that loved fate is part of me again and I feel satisfied with life.